[He can sit all the way upright, as Nami's hold on the pillow has no strength to it, though she stlll holds it out. Her eyes are trained on the scene in front of her, because while witnessing this scene is more than a small kick to the chest for her, a more frantic thought has occured and she's trying to place when, exactly, this was.
Because
this pose...]
--
[...happened so often. She's been left alone for long enough that she risks the healing, a soft glow covering her hands, but she's careful enough never to heal the burns all the way because she found out the hard way that a healthy Nami is never healthy for long and so it's all about finding the right balance between hurting and making sure she can run out of here when the door opens, because she's been here long enough (how long has it been?) that she's expecting to see the crew any day now, kicking down doors and destroying the son of a bitch on the other side and taking her home. Nami's making a list of things to do when they arrive under her breath, which starts with demand to be carried and possibly cry, but shortly after that there's food, because she hasn't
eaten at all. Not since she got here. The last thing was Sanji's cocoa, so that definitely makes the list, and she will make them wait on her hand and foot goddammit--
--this faint whispered litany is spirited enough that the signs of deprivation (food, sleep) are countered by her sound knowledge that it's only a matter of time, because if there's one thing Nami has here, it's total and complete faith in her crew to come for her. It's only broken off when her breath finally catches and she coughs, and it's a horribly unhealthy sound but Nami's perfectly willing to sound unhealthy, maybe he'll leave her alone longer--
--and that's when Luffy's voice is clearly heard, angry and full of threats and somewhere distant outside her cell.
"I heard her! Namiiii!"
And her head snaps back with the most wildly relieved of grins.]
---
[And Nami knows exactly which memory this is, and she makes a faint sound. Before she finds her voice, speaking faintly.]
This didn't happen. It didn't-- Sanji-kun, don't watch--
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Because
this pose...]
--
[...happened so often. She's been left alone for long enough that she risks the healing, a soft glow covering her hands, but she's careful enough never to heal the burns all the way because she found out the hard way that a healthy Nami is never healthy for long and so it's all about finding the right balance between hurting and making sure she can run out of here when the door opens, because she's been here long enough (how long has it been?) that she's expecting to see the crew any day now, kicking down doors and destroying the son of a bitch on the other side and taking her home. Nami's making a list of things to do when they arrive under her breath, which starts with demand to be carried and possibly cry, but shortly after that there's food, because she hasn't
eaten at all. Not since she got here. The last thing was Sanji's cocoa, so that definitely makes the list, and she will make them wait on her hand and foot goddammit--
--this faint whispered litany is spirited enough that the signs of deprivation (food, sleep) are countered by her sound knowledge that it's only a matter of time, because if there's one thing Nami has here, it's total and complete faith in her crew to come for her. It's only broken off when her breath finally catches and she coughs, and it's a horribly unhealthy sound but Nami's perfectly willing to sound unhealthy, maybe he'll leave her alone longer--
--and that's when Luffy's voice is clearly heard, angry and full of threats and somewhere distant outside her cell.
"I heard her! Namiiii!"
And her head snaps back with the most wildly relieved of grins.]
---
[And Nami knows exactly which memory this is, and she makes a faint sound. Before she finds her voice, speaking faintly.]
This didn't happen. It didn't-- Sanji-kun, don't watch--
[Though she can't tear her own eyes away.]